Bride Rape Porn Novels & Stories

She forced out a few tears and looked pleadingly at Jonathan. She asked pitifully, "Mr. Arthur, if you don't care about your son, can't I do it? You're forcing him to marry some orphaned, penniless woman just to win over one professor. Are you treating Mr. Jonathan as a bargaining chip for a marriage alliance?"

W‍e had be​en through tw‌o lives o⁠f pain to get to‌ t‌his moment. "Where is‍ the l‍ittle one?" he asked. ‌"Sleeping," I said. "For the first time in h‌is life, he’s in a room tha⁠t belongs to‌ hi​m." We wal‍k⁠ed inside tog​ether. The hou‍se w‍as full of ligh‌t. I fe⁠lt like the Reborn Bride ha‌d f‍inally found her ho‌me. I sat down a​t my desk and opened my lapto‌p.⁠ I had one‍ last thing to do. I dele‍ted the vide‍o file fr⁠om the memory card. The evidence had⁠ been giv‍en to the p⁠olic⁠e, and I didn't‍ want to see that balcony ever again.‍

Lazarus POV I watched the news as my wife handed me a cup of coffee. “Your son keeps getting worse every single day. When did he return?” I pointed towards the news. “Can you see all the trouble he keeps causing?” I asked. The headline read: “BREAKING: Leaked confession video surfaces in L&L Cosmetics scandal, laboratory cleaner claims he was blackmailed into tampering with Lumière foundation line.” She said nothing. “Can you just talk to him to stop this madness, at least he listens to you.”

~Ryder~ I stare at the screen, my mind racing, trying to comprehend exactly what I am seeing. Holy son of a bitch! Adam fucking Vance, Lila’s stepfather, is standing and ogling the two bound women as Allison has her mouth raped by a resort employee. The other is sobbing, chained against the wall, her ass a throbbing red. The bastard barks something at her, and I damn the fact that I can’t hear any audio with the images. But Adam speaks a universal language when he picks up the crop at the woman’s feet and ruthlessly swats her ass again. The poor girl’s shoulders shake harder as she does her best to curl into herself and escape.

A seductive smile played around her lips as she climbed on his crotch, straddling him in the process. She moaned out loud as she whined in a slow rhythm on him continuously. She could feel him as hard as a rock underneath her and it made her drip so much in her panties. Her boobs bounced in front of him as she whined, though they were still in her clothes. His mind flashed back to the pool, the way her ass bounced behind her as she walked in her bikini made his manhood even harder and he felt it would burst any moment. Eva's wet kisses on his neck brought him back to reality and without wasting any more time, he flipped her over aggressively whilst unbuckling his belt.

Emma replied, almost choking from her words. Chad trailed his hands up her thighs and settled his hands between her thighs. Emma shut her eyes in anticipation of what was next. His fingers parted her vulva and he stroked her clit, gaining a groan from her. “You like it,” Chad said in a seductive voice. Emma could only nod, overwhelmed with how her body tickled all over. “You are very wet. I like my women juicy.” he played with her clit more “this might hurt a little.’ he whispered into her ears

Padraig tugged hard and the corset loosened. “I want you naked,” he said firmly, “so that is what you will be. Obey me. Submit to your husband.” Elaina felt herself blush as Padraig pulled the garment out of her grasp and tossed it away. Her hands instantly went to cover her breasts, but Padraig caught her wrists and brought her arms down to her sides. She looked through her lashes at the emissary and saw the man grinning at her, his eyes moving from one breast to the other without shame. “Keep your hands at your sides,” Padraig ordered, then his hands began to slide up her bare arms. When he got to breast height he slid his hands over and cupped one globe in each of his palms. She could fee

“Tell the camera what a filthy cheating slut you are for my clients.” “I’m a filthy cheating slut! My husband could never fuck me like this — please, wreck my married pussy!” My own fingers moved faster. I was soaked. The wet sounds of my rubbing mixed with the obscene noises coming from the video. I spread my legs wider in the chair, one foot up on the desk, panties pulled to the side. Two fingers dipped inside my tight hole, pumping in time with the brutal thrusts on screen. Daddy’s voice again, closer to the mic this time: “Now flip her over. I want her legs over your shoulders. Breed that cunt. Fill her up until it’s leaking down her ass.”

The naked lady bends in a doggy style, her hands grab the end of the bed, her ass pushed out to Uncle Kay who straps behind her, aggressively pumping his hips inside her big pussy! I've seen a few naked couple… not a novice to pornography, but seeing Uncle Kay’s big cock that naturally mocks my too-ting dildo gets pumped inside her dripping red pussy, leaves my jaw hanging down. “Hmmm…” I moan, imagining what that size will do to my small cunt.

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the